Aiden listened in silence.
In his double pupils, the six terrifying shadows were reflected. So was the trembling blue light in front of him.
At that moment, through the system and his own divine senses, he fully understood the true nature of this Strength.
Jealousy.
It was a very conflicted and complex primal Strength.
It was often at its strongest when its host was at their loneliest and most hopeless.
The more wildly someone felt jealousy, the more it proved that they feared being forgotten, and the more they believed they were insignificant.
This was not some evil curse at all.
It was a low, desperate cry for help.
Aiden looked at it. There was no contempt in his double pupils, only a calmness that seemed to see through everything.
"You're wrong."
Aiden's voice rang out in the emptiness. It was not loud, but in an instant, it pushed back the pressure from the six mighty shadows.
The pale blue point of light froze slightly.
"Jealousy has never meant weakness."
